The Lin Family villa.
Xiao Ye dragged Han Fei through the main gate.
He'd brought this scumbag back to make Han Fei kneel and apologize, to let his proud little wife vent her anger!
'Once she's calmed down, it won't be too late for me to make my move!'
But the moment he stepped inside, Xiao Ye's expression darkened.
The entire courtyard was smashed to pieces, and Lin Aoshan was lying on the ground, barely breathing.
As for his little wife, she was nowhere to be seen!
Xiao Ye tossed Han Fei aside and strode over to help up the fallen Lin Aoshan. "What happened?"
Lin Aoshan struggled to consciousness and grabbed Xiao Ye's hand. "Save... Save Chuyue!"
"The Han Family came just now and took her away!"
Hearing this, Han Fei, who was nearby, stopped pretending to be unconscious. A vicious glint appeared in his eyes as he said, "Did you hear that? That bitch Lin Chuyue has already been taken away by my men!"
"If you kowtow and apologize to me right now, I might be merciful and leave your body intact!"
"Otherwise, I'll unleash the dogs to tear you to shreds! You'll be left wishing for death but unable to find it!"
Xiao Ye didn't say a word. He first helped Lin Aoshan to sit under a nearby tree, then hauled Han Fei up and dragged him toward the rockery.
"Wh-what do you want?"
"I'm warning you, if you dare touch me, the Han Family will make sure you die without a burial place!"
As Han Fei was cursing, the pungent smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.
In the shadow of the rockery, a corpse was propped up in a kneeling position. The flesh and blood from the gash on its neck were mixed with the stark white of shattered bone—a shocking sight.
Han Fei's scalp tingled with fear.
'This kid killed someone?'
'Who did he kill?!'
'The clothes on the corpse look incredibly familiar!'
The next second, Han Fei saw the head lolling next to the corpse's hand, and his pupils instantly dilated!
It was Ding Yin!
'He's dead! And what a miserable death!'
The severed head's eyes were wide open, staring right at him!
"Do you want to end up like him?"
Xiao Ye's voice was chillingly cold, as if it had come from the depths of hell.
Han Fei felt as if a hand was squeezing his throat. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted from pure terror!
"What a useless piece of trash."
Xiao Ye picked up Han Fei in disgust and looked back at Lin Aoshan. "Elder Lin, don't worry. I will bring Chuyue back."
"That pill I gave you before will keep you out of mortal danger!"
As long as he had taken the pill, it would still be effective even if he sustained later injuries.
With that, Xiao Ye quickly departed, heading straight for the Han Family's estate.
'They actually dared to snatch my wife. They're courting death!'
The Han Family banquet.
The guests were holding their wine glasses, chatting cheerfully.
Suddenly, the music stopped.
Han Buqun walked onto the stage, beaming. The thought of the Han Family's imminent rise to power put him in an even better mood.
"Everyone, welcome to my birthday banquet."
"Today, I will introduce someone to you all. That person is the future daughter-in-law of my Han Family—Lin Chuyue!"
To prevent any complications from arising, Han Buqun was prepared to keep Lin Chuyue here for good today!
The crowd was startled, but they quickly calmed down.
After all, the matter of the Han Family wanting to marry Lin Chuyue was already common knowledge!
As his voice fell, a beautiful figure was dragged onto the stage. It was Lin Chuyue!
She had been forced into a red wedding dress. The corners of her eyes were flushed red with anger, making her breathtakingly beautiful!
However, around her perfect, swan-like neck was a silver dog chain, trailing along the ground. The other end was in the hands of a Han Family servant.
Seeing this, the guests began to whisper among themselves.
"Am I seeing things? Is that... a dog leash on Lin Chuyue's neck?"
"I don't know. Could it be that she refused the marriage and was forcefully abducted?"
"Refused? Heh, the Lin Family today is no match for the Han Family!"
"By the way, where's Han Fei? How come we don't see the groom?"
Amidst the crowd's chatter, Lin Chuyue was dragged stumbling before Han Buqun.
The servant handed the chain to Han Buqun and respectfully retreated.
Lin Chuyue stared at the dog chain with hatred, her back ramrod straight.
'No matter how great the humiliation I suffer today, I will not bow my head!'
'Even in death, the Lin Family must die with dignity!'
Han Buqun looked Lin Chuyue up and down, extremely pleased with the graceful curves her wedding dress couldn't hide. "From now on, you are one of the Han Family."
Lin Chuyue looked at him coldly, her gaze firm. "Han Buqun, I advise you to give up on this idea!"
"I, Lin Chuyue, will never marry Han Fei in this lifetime! Not unless I'm dead!"
Instead of getting angry, Han Buqun threw his head back and laughed. "HAHAHA! Who said you were marrying Han Fei?"
"Your groom today is me!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent.
The guests' eyes widened in disbelief. What?
'Han Buqun wants to marry Lin Chuyue?'
'You've got to be kidding. At his age, he could be her grandfather!'
Lin Chuyue also froze on the spot, but she quickly recovered. Looking at that old, lecherous face, she almost threw up right then and there!
"Han Buqun, you shameless old man! You're utterly despicable! Marry you? In your dreams!"
"I would rather die than marry a dead old man like you!"
Han Buqun's expression turned grim. He was the great Patriarch of the Han Family; when had anyone ever dared to point at his nose and curse him?
"Lin Chuyue, you will beg me!"
After speaking, he shot a look at Ding Shan Jia, who was standing nearby.
'I'll make Lin Chuyue kneel on the ground and beg me to marry her!'
'Then who would dare say I'm an old man robbing the cradle? It'll all be because this bitch Lin Chuyue threw herself at me!'
Ding Shan Jia understood immediately. He took a black earthenware jar from his robes and handed it to Han Buqun.
Han Buqun opened the lid with a savage grin. A green insect was squirming inside.
He slowly reached out and placed a red herb into the jar.
The insect immediately crawled onto it and began to nibble. Its originally green body started to turn red.
At the same time, Lin Chuyue, who was on the stage, stiffened. Her gaze gradually lost focus.
She felt a fire burning inside her, making her so hot she wanted to tear off her clothes.
'Hot... so hot!'
Lin Chuyue's vision blurred, and she dazedly started walking toward Han Buqun.
As she walked, she mechanically began to unfasten her wedding dress.
But the buttons were intricate, and she couldn't undo them after fumbling for a while. Her pretty face flushed nearly blood-red with urgency.
The crowd below watched this scene in disbelief.
'Lin Chuyue was just furiously denouncing him. How did she turn into... this?'
'She's the number one beauty of Jiangcheng!'
'Usually, she's as cold and proud as frost, a beauty not to be profaned.'
'But now she's overflowing with seductive charm, enchanting like a siren!'
Watching Lin Chuyue get closer and closer, Han Buqun licked his lips in excitement.
'He might be old, but he still had it!'
With the beauty almost in his arms, he excitedly announced to the crowd, "Everyone! Today, I, Han Buqun, will show you what I'm capable of!"
"Open your eyes and watch closely! It is Lin Chuyue who is rushing to marry me, so desperate that she's stripping naked and begging me to take her!"
"She's just a bitch. And since it's my birthday today, I'll let everyone feast their eyes and see clearly how I'm going to 'train' her!"
BOOM—
The entire venue instantly erupted.
"We get to see the number one beauty being 'trained'! We're in for a treat today!"
"Yeah, yeah! That old fool Lin Aoshan is always so pompous. Who knew he'd raise such a cheap slut."
"Patriarch Han, be a little gentle later. I want to film it so I can savor it again back home!"
Several guests began to clamor loudly, pulling out their phones to record the scene.
Meanwhile, on the stage, Lin Chuyue had already unfastened her wedding dress.
The bright red robe fell to the floor, revealing a tight-fitting dress underneath.
Beneath her exquisite face was an impeccable figure with a slender waist and perky bottom—a peerless, worldly beauty!
And her hands were already reaching for the cumbersome long dress, ready to take it off.
The guests in the front row gulped, their wolf-like gazes fixed on her fair little hands.
They were screaming silently in their minds, 'Take it off! Hurry up and take it off!'